Fucked Up Family Pt. 03

"Oh sweetie, it's hard for me, too," James said, "I mean, to stop in the middle like this is very painful for Daddy." James pointed down at this cock, still hard and throbbing under the steering wheel. "But we have to do what's best for both of us, right? Like the doctor said: little steps."

Molly sighed and sat up. She started to reach for her jeans. Her father reached down to his fly. Molly felt sad, watching that perfect penis be put away. And despite the emotion of everything, the disappointment, she couldn't help but also feel the echoes of that driving need in her pussy. She was going to have rub one out, hard, when they got back to the house.

"Daddy, wait," Molly said. James froze mid-zip. "When you get home, what are you going to do?"

"I don't understand what you mean, honey," James said, looking legitimately bewildered.

"Well, like you said, it's painful to stop halfway. So, you're not going to go home, eat ice cream, and go to sleep, right? You'll go downstairs to your bed, maybe take out some 'reading material' and... you know? Right?"

"Molly, I don't think that's an appropriate thing for you to ask me about."

"I'm going to do it, too, Dad. Of course I am, after all this? I might not even make it to dessert. We're going to park the car and I'm going to run straight up to my room, throw off my shorts and jam my little pussy till she screams."

"Molly..."

"And I'll probably look at porn when I do it. Just to feel like, in the moment or whatever. Won't you?"

James sat there silently.

"Come on Dad, I know you will. Tell me you're not going to stroke that awesome, amazing cock when you get home. After everything we've done together you can admit that, right? Hell, I told you I'm going to jilly myself silly, can't you tell me you're going to jack it till you jizz?"

"Yes," James said, looking away from his daughter. Her vocabulary was definitely getting interesting lately. Molly wondered if there was such a thing as a Dirty Word of the Day calendar.

"After everything we did and then stopped -- and I get why we have to stop, OK -- you'd have to do it, right?" Molly beamed at her father proudly. She'd gotten so into her speech, she'd forgotten all about being shy and was now waving her arms back and forth as she spoke. Her breasts swung in time with her gestures and her father followed every jiggle. Hypnotism -- don't let anyone tell you it's not real.

"OK, I admit it. I'm going to go home and... And do that. Are you happy now?" James asked, not unkindly.

"And when you do it, you'll look at porn, right?"

"I mean, I don't know. Probably."

"What will you watch?" Molly asked. Her father stared back at her blankly. "For myself, I mean, I used to look at all kinds of stuff. But lately it's all Daddy-Daughter videos. I know most of it's fake but sometimes, I mean... There's one that's like twenty seconds long of a girl crying out 'Daddy' while he fucks her and I practically, like, explode without even touching myself."

"Honey, are you sure you should be..."

"Dr. Pulisic told me it was OK to have fantasies. Natural. If anything, he said it would be good to help with the healing process," Molly said. Dr. Pulisic had said nothing of the sort, but she could imagine he might have said it, had the thought occurred to him. "So, what will you look at?"

"You," James croaked out, "I mean, I look for girls who kind of look like you. I'm sorry Molly, I know it's awful but..."

"No, it's awesome!" Molly said, "That's exactly the same thing, right? It's OK to fantasize. I love that you look for girls like me, it means I turn you on."

"Yes, baby, but..."

"So, you're going to go home and stroke yourself and imagine being with me. And I'm going to go home and flick my bean while I fantasize about you. So, what's wrong with doing it right here, instead. In front of each other."

James stared at his daughter with a combination of awe and apprehension. Like she'd explained a complicated thesis that proved, indisputably, that the world would end next Tuesday. On the one hand he looked proud, and on the other totally horrified.

"I don't see how that solves anything, sweetie," James said.

"Of course it does," Molly said, "We're doing the same thing we were going to do at home, but together. We won't touch, it's only masturbating."

"Masturbating together," James said. Molly nodded excitedly like a girl about to get a gift pony.

"Here, I'll start," Molly said. She sat back in the leather passenger seat. It felt cold and sticky against her bare bottom. She spread her thick, pink thighs, reached down through her golden pubes, and found her seeping snatch.

Molly's pussy was a bit dry from all the lack of attention, but it perked right back up as she teased at her pouty lips. She dipped her fingers into her opening for a bit of lubrication. Then she dragged her juices around her slit and slowly began to rub at her little clitty.

Molly looked over and saw her father had fished his cock back out of his pants. He was staring at her coral-colored slit and slowly stroking up and down. Watching her Daddy do that, Molly felt herself full-on gush. She went from slow playing to straight up speed metal in seconds, her fingers racing over her hot button. Her butt arched upwards.

Molly looked back at her Dad's fist as it flew up and down his shaft. His eyes still locked on his baby daughter's body as they both raced closer to cumming. Molly needed something hard in her slot, so she jammed two fingers into her tight twat. She kept pumping in and out, now stroking her clit so hard she was afraid she might rub it right off.

"H... honey," James said. His voice thin and weak. "I'm... Daddy's getting close, baby. Are you getting close baby girl?"

"Y... yeah Dad."

"You look so sexy, rubbing yourself like that."

"You do too," Molly said, "I love seeing you work your cock. Makes me... makes me wish it was me."

"I know, baby. Me too."

"Oh Daddy, look at your baby girl," Molly said, "W... watch. Watch your daughter CUM for you." Molly's whole body shuddered. She felt her chest and face grow hot. She stilled her hand in her snatch as it squeezed down on her fingers and the pleasure burst out of her.

"Daaaaaddddy!" Molly screamed.

A stream of white shot out of James' cock and he groaned. His eyes still locked on his daughter's shaking body. Watching her father cum sent yet another wave of pleasure through her. Every muscle tightened, her eyes squeezed shut, as ecstasy wracked her body.

Finally, the pleasure subsided, leaving nothing but a warm sense of contentment. Molly opened her eyes. She was plastered against the passenger seat of the car. Her father was looking over her, his eyes loving.

"That was awesome," Molly said. "Thank you for doing that with me, Daddy."

"Of course, sweetie," James said. He pulled a tissue out of the glove compartment and wiped himself clean. A bit of his spooge was hanging off the steering wheel and he did his best to clean it off. He gave Molly a tissue, too, but she just pulled up her jeans and slipped into her shirt again. The whole car smelled like her pussy, Molly noticed, and it made her strangely proud. Like marking her territory.

James started the car again and they began driving home.

"I guess that's it for errands and little rests, then," Molly said. It was fine. Her father was right, they had to at least try to move forward. And while it hurt the young blonde to have to let go, she knew it was the right decision going forward.

"I don't see why that would be the case. You know, considering the circumstances," James said, winking at his youngest daughter. "Like you said, it's just a natural part of the healing process."

The ice cream was completely melted by the time they got home.

*

Austin was sitting at the kitchen table when his mother announced that she wanted to go shopping. He looked up from his bowl of Lucky Charms (he'd been regressing particularly hard lately, but it seemed to help) in surprise. Shopping? All James and Molly ever did was shopping. What could Christine possibly need at this point?

"For all the 'shopping' your father has been doing we're still out of a lot," Christine said, standing by the kitchen counter, hands on her hips. "You can't get everything at the convenience store, you know." Then she got a little quieter, like sharing a secret. "Besides, I'm going completely stir crazy here."

James was on a work call in his home office and Molly was still sleeping in her bedroom, so it was just Austin, Lexi, and Christine in the kitchen that morning. Austin looked over to see what his older sister would say.

Lexi was eating a far healthier meal than he was: a protein bar and some fruit. The tall brunette was dressed like she was ready for another session in the gym. That seemed like all she ever did anymore. Of course, considering how some of those workouts ended, Austin could hardly complain.

In fact, Austin was finding very little to argue about, at all. He knew he should be getting serious -- trying not to end up in sexual situations with his sister. But failurewas turning out to be way more fun than success. The fact that he'd managed to keep things sibling-only so far should have been gratifying, but instead Austin only wondered if an errand with his mother might mean something else. Another excuse to be disappointed in himself in only the best of ways.

This is always the way with me, Austin thought to himself. It's how I've been my whole life. He knew what he should be doing: working extra hours, saving his meager earnings, throwing himself into his future career. But whenever something more fun came up (usually drinking or playing videogames, sure, but he had other pursuits like hanging out with his friends and trying to meet girls, too) he threw all that other stuff aside. It was an ongoing concern in his life: Austin spent a lot of time trying to be focused and ending up just having fun. I'll stop enjoying myself tomorrow was a tough promise to keep.

Austin doubted that was what his mother was offering, in any case. She was clearly in control, unlike her two older children. He and Lexi were the screw-ups, Christine just needed to go to the store. Imagining the two of them making out in the car on the way there was merely Austin's puerile imagination taking hold of him again. But that didn't keep him from thinking that maybe it might be worth going along. Just in case his mother was offering him an opportunity more exciting than pushing the cart and carrying grocery bags.

"So, who's with me?" Christine asked.

Lexi looked down at her plate. "I think I'm going to stay and work out," she said. She emphasized the words 'work out' while she looked over at her younger brother. She was clearly giving him a cue, but Austin's sunshine mind was focused elsewhere and he lost it in the glare.

"I'd be happy to go with you, Mom!" Austin said and leapt up from his seat. Lexi sighed loudly. "Come on, Lex, we need to help out."

"It's OK," Christine said, "Lexi you should definitely stick to exercising. You seem like you need it. Not that you're... I mean, you seem to be happier when you... Anyway, as long as I have my strapping, strong son to protect me I'm sure I'll be fine at the big, bad supermarket."

*

Austin went up to his bedroom and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. He hadn't been wearing much in the way of clothes lately, just lazing around the house in shorts and nothing else had gotten to be quite comfortable. It felt strange to do normal things like wear shoes and check his hair in the mirror. Maybe Christine was right about needing to get out of the house more.

The blond boy went down to the garage and started to climb into the family SUV.

"Actually, let's take your car," Christine said as she came into the garage. She eyed the larger vehicle suspiciously. They had made some interesting memories in that thing and Austin supposed it made sense to change things up.

Austin went and got his keys, then opened his beat up Civic. It was just as he'd left it the week before -- the seats were ripped to hell, it was filled with trash (mostly empty bottles and cans, but also chip wrappers and McDonald's bags), and smelled like old bananas. Austin ran into the house and got a trash bag. He quickly filled it, then tossed it aside and gestured for his Mom to get in. Christine looked at her seat like she was checking it for signs of gangrene, but she climbed in.

"So, how are you doing, honey?" Christine asked, looking over at her son lovingly as Austin pulled out of the driveway.

"What do you mean?" Austin asked. His mother gave him the stink eye. "Right, well. Haven't had any sex, if that's what you mean. Nope. None at all."

"Well that's good," Christine said. "How have you been dealing with, you know, the urges?"

"Urges?" Austin said. He didn't know how to answer that one. The first was easy, he'd just flat out lied. After the first time in the shower with Lexi, they'd ended up all over each other two more times -- both in the little gym. It wasn't sex sex, Austin supposed. They'd only done oral stuff. So, he was telling a sort of truth, he supposed. It sure didn't feel like he was being honest, though.

As for his impulses, well, that was another question entirely. Desiring his older sister when she was half naked and bathed in sweat didn't seem like an urge as much as a natural reaction. Was he walking around thinking about fucking everything that moved? He was not. In fact, both Lexi and he had agreed that they were making great progress, what with the lack of intercourse and all.

Austin glanced over at his mother. The rest of the family, after everything they'd been through, they looked strained, stretched. Austin could even see it in himself when he looked in the mirror. Something about his face seemed stretched. But Christine was... Amazing. Oh sure, he could see it in places. Her hair had gotten a bit longer than she liked it and she'd put on a pound or two probably. But that just made her look better.

God, his Mom was incredible. Lexi was attractive, absolutely, but next to their mother? Christine's amazing, muscular body. Her tight little ass and tiny breasts -- she was Austin's dream woman; he couldn't deny that.

"Honey, the stop sign," Christine said. Austin slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, no one was around. They both took deep breaths, nodding at each other to confirm they were both OK.

"Yeah, I might still be struggling with the urges," Austin said. Christine smiled and patted his thigh, perhaps a little higher than was appropriate.

"Me too, baby," Christine said, "Me too."

Austin accelerated again. Christine stopped asking him questions, probably as a concession to keeping herself alive. Austin stared forward at the road, angry at himself. He bet his Dad and Molly never lost control like that while they were out on their errands.

When they got to the supermarket, Austin pulled into the parking lot and looked for a space. It wasn't easy -- it was a Saturday morning and the place was absolutely packed. Half the county had to be at this supermarket. Finally, Austin parked off in the hinterlands. They were so far back they were practically parked on the highway. The rest of the spaces around them were empty.

Austin and Christine took the long hike back to the store. As they went, the blonde mother grabbed her son's arm and squeezed him close.

"I'm proud of you," Christine said, "You're looking really good."

"Thanks, Mom," Austin said. They settled into the domestic routine. Austin found a cart, Christine found her shopping list, and they started making their way through the store, aisle-by-aisle. Christine kept her son with her arm-in-arm, like they were an old, odd couple.

Every few feet, Austin flinched. He kept seeing people he thought he recognized. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to be seen with his Mom, far from it, but more the fear of what might happen if he had to talk to someone he knew. A person from work might ask where he'd been. Someone from school might start a whole conversation. Austin didn't think he was about to rip off his clothes in the middle of the store, but then there were a lot of things that had happened already that he would have said were impossible before the lake.

Austin made himself take a deep breath. They were surrounded by strangers. Even if someone he knew did come by, he could handle saying 'hi.' Of course he could. And once Austin calmed down, he noticed something far more interesting: the number of men in the store that were noticing his Mom.

Now, instead of nervous, Austin felt proud. Here he was, the hottest woman in the goddamned universe on his arm, and everybody knew it. He straightened up a little more. When they went to the cereal aisle, he eschewed the Lucky Charms and picked out something with a ton of fiber and no sugar. Christine nodded at him appreciatively, then gave his bicep a squeeze.

"Mom, you OK?" Austin asked.

"Yes. Fine," Christine said, "Just appreciating your muscle tone. You've done an excellent job on yourself."

"Thanks, Mom," Austin said. He blushed. His mother's grip on his arm got even tighter.

"Lot of people here today," she mumbled.

Mother and son quickly finished up shopping. They paid for everything, then stepped outside the market. At some point while they were inside, it had started to rain. Now it was pouring. They stared out at the parking lot, lost. Thunder crashed in the distance.

"I'll go get my car," Austin said, "No need for us both to get soaked."

"You think I can't handle a little wet?" Christine asked with a smirk. "Race you!" she shouted and took off. Austin could barely see his mother through the sheets of water. He leaned into the cart, shoved it forward, and careened after her.

The rain was even worse than it looked. Deep puddles were scattered across the lot like minefields. By the time Austin splashed his way to the Civic, he was soaked through. He found his mother standing by the car, laughing. Austin started to laugh, too. This was so silly.

He opened the trunk and together they loaded the groceries into the car. Then they dashed around and fell into the front seat. The both of them still in peals, drenched.

"Oh honey, you're soaked," Christine said. She stroked her son's cheek, lovingly.

"I could say the same about you," Austin said. They both looked at each other. Austin couldn't help but notice the way his mother's shirt was plastered, practically transparent, to her perfect, perky breasts. His mother seemed to be eyeing him the same way. They were both panting.

Then they were both kissing.

"We need to get out of these wet clothes," Christine gasped between kisses. She reached down and pulled Austin's shirt over his head. The blonde mother climbed past him, over the armrest, and into the backseat. Austin followed after her, leaving his sopping jeans and underwear behind him.

"Me too." Christine said. She pressed her lips to Austin's and started kissing him again, "I'm way too wet." She stripped herself down, taking breaks only to keep kissing her son. It was awkward, they were both too large to do this in the backseat comfortably. For a moment, Austin glanced up at the windows, like he could see anything through the fogged windows and the heavy rain. They were parked there, in a very public place. And now they were both very, very naked.

Mother and son looked at each other in wonder. Kissed each other like lovers. Christine leaned back and spread her legs. Austin took himself into his hands. Neither said anything. They'd already agreed. Austin slid into his mother's warm pussy, the very place from which he'd once sprung, and they both sighed. It sounded more like relief than anything else.